We're moving on two little towns, Bath and Hancock, but there must be bigger designs beyond." "This is New Year's Day, as you know," said St.Clair in his pleasant South Carolina drawl, "and I feel that Tom there is going to earn the year's pay that he talks so glibly about wagering." "At any rate, Arthur," said Langdon, "if we go into battle you'll be dressed properly for it, and if you fall you'll die in a gentleman's uniform." St.Clair smiled, showing that he appreciated Langdon's flippant comment.

Harry glanced at him.

His uniform was spotless, and it was pressed as neatly as if it had just come from the hands of a tailor.

The gray jacket of fine cloth, with its rows of polished brass buttons, was buttoned as closely as that of a West Point cadet.

He seemed to be in dress and manner a younger brother of the gallant Virginia captain, Philip Sherburne, and Harry admired him.